Some Haikus

     Written by: Bob Brumfield

Paradise

On a black sand beach

     a crab scurries to its fate

     the boil pot awaits

Fragrance

     Mid flower petals

     my love walked with gracious ease

     a young man was I

A thought

     A mule led to drink

     stubborn is thirsty at wells

     I learned to be quiet

Jester

     A word spoken in haste

     brought down a king and his queen

     I am thought a fool

The far side of the hill

      In verdure meadows

     snails leave a  glistining trail

     I see the sun set

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